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nodded to him, hoping she’d think of
something to say. The redhead, realizing an intruder had entered
the room, looked up from her intimate position. Her dark eyes were
shadowed then turned belligerent.
     
    Good, Nyssa thought, she could handle
belligerent. She was, after all, Solo’s damsel come to his rescue.
This lady should be vanquished in a manner of minutes if she could
think of something to say.
     
    Seconds felt like hours while she let her
gaze sweep around the room. The door to the bedroom was open. The
sheets tossed and tangled as if something playful had toyed with
them.
     
    It didn’t take much to envision him,
half-naked, sleepy, in bed, and wrapped in the redhead’s arms.
     
    “Nyssa?” His sexy voice brought her out of
the spell she’d almost smothered herself in.
     
    “Get your hands off my husband!” Nyssa’s
voice blurted out but her few crisp words had the desired effect.
The lady’s hands dropped to her sides and her lips moved in a pert
little moue.
     
    At least Solo had the presence of mind to
take advantage of her verbal warning. Standing, he neatly dumped
the woman on her rounded derriere onto the couch.
     
    If Nyssa hadn’t felt such outrage, the scene
could have been construed as comical. But she did feel intense
indignation and a possessiveness she wouldn’t analyze at the
moment.
     
    “Your husband?” The female cooed
unbelievingly. “Now why do I find that hard to believe?”
     
    “What a surprise darling.” She turned to
Solo. “Is this one willing, eager, or able? Or perhaps a
combination of all three?” She did try to push the anger from her
voice. But then she thought it was a nice touch and if anger got
rid of the female it was worth the embarrassment.
     
    “Of all the nerve!”
     
    “Yes, my wife does have--nerve. Among other
things.” Solo still stood, open-mouthed, as Nyssa made her way
across the room.
     
    Nyssa ran her hand up Solo’s arm and
endeavored for sultry instead of anger in her tone. “Sorry the
plane took so long. Just like you asked, I bought a silky little
black thing for bed.”
     
    There were a number of things that could go
wrong. For starters, Solo could deny the relationship, and then of
course the redhead could figure out she lied. Somehow she didn’t
expect either scenario.
     
    “Pumpkin,” Solo said with a husky little
growl in the timbre of his voice.
     
    Pumpkin?
     
    “Would you like a glass of wine?”
     
    Before she had a chance to answer, he had
maneuvered around discarded clothes and tumbled furniture to make
his way to the kitchen and back with a glass, and was now pouring.
He grinned from ear-to-ear and she felt a real sense of
accomplishment.
     
    “I tried to tell her I was spoken for, but
until you showed up she didn’t believe me.”
     
    “The Colonel will hear about this. You can
count on it. And he’ll pay, too.” The redhead flashed them both a
look of disapproval and fury. “The Colonel set this all up. And now
what am I supposed to do?”
     
    “Go home,” they answered in unison.
     
    The redhead stood and adjusted her clothing
while she managed a suspended glare at them. “The Colonel said you
were looking for a soul mate, not that you already had one. So why
did he send me all the way out here to be humiliated? I think the
papers back home would be delighted in this little affair and I’ll
just bet you’re not married. Now that will put a nice touch on the
headlines of the society pages.”
     
    Only the rigid set to Solo’s jaw clued Nyssa
into the tension radiating from his powerful frame. He kept looking
at her, a strange expression molded onto his face. She’d never seen
him look at her quite that way before.
     
    “Bet all you want.” His voice was a sexy
whisper close to Nyssa’s ear. He smoothed her hair from her face,
his finger making strange forays down her neck, even as the redhead
stared at them with open disbelief.
     
    “You must be cold.” His deep blue eyes
flickered